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The Lesson Taught By the Kxperieaee of
the Bead Wonu-Th Duty of Keep
ing the Proper Maee A Well
sTer Krery Desert.
The subject upo which Rev. DeWitt
Talmage recently preached a sermoa at
Brooklyn was: "People Who Hare Lost
Their Way." He look for bis text: "And
God opened her eyes, and she saw a well
of water; and ah went and ailed the
bottle with water, and gave the lad
drink." Gen. xxi. 19. Dr. Talmage said:
Morning breaks upon Beersheba. There
is an early stir ia the house of old Abra
ham. There has been troable among the
domestic!. Hagar, an assistant in the
household, and her son. a brisk lad of
sixteen years, hare become Impudent and
insolent; and Sarah, the mistress of the
household, puts her foot down rery hard
and says that they will hare te leave the
premises. Thsy are packing up now.
Abraham, knowing that the journey be
fore his servant aad her son will be very
Cong aad across desolate placet, ia the
kindness of bis heart sets about putting up
some bread and a bottle with water ia it.
It is a very plain lunch that Abraham
provides, but I warrant you there would
have been enough of It had they not lost
their way. "God be with you !" said old
Abraham as he gave the lunoh to Hagar,
and a good many charges as to how she
should conduct the journey. Ishmael, the
boy, I suppose, bounded away in the
morning light. Boys si ways like a change.
Toor Isbmael ! He had no idea of the dis
asters that were ahead of him. Hagar
gives one long; lingering look on the
familiar place where she bad spent so
many happy days, each scene associated
with the piile aad joy of her heart
young IsbmaeL
The scorching noon comes on. The air
Is stifling and moves across the desert
with insufferable suffocation. Ishmael,
the boy, begins to complain, aad lies
down, but Hagar rouses him up. aaying
nothing about her owa weariness or the
sweltering heat; for mothers can endure
any thing. Trudge, t fudge, trudge.
Crossing the dead level of the desert, bow
wearily and slowly the miles slip I A
tamarind that seemed hours ago to stand
only just a little ahead, iaviting the trav
elers to come under its shadow, now is as
far off as ever, or seemingly so. Night
drops upon the desert aad the travelers
are pillowless. Ishmael. rtxj weary, I
suppose, instantly falls aileep. Hagar. as
the shadows of the night begin to lap over
each other Hagar hugs her weary boy to
.her bosom and thinks of the fact that it is
ber fault that they are in the desert; A
star looks out and every falling tear it
kisses with a sparkle. A wing of wind
comes over the hot earth and lifts the
lock from the fevered brow of the boy.
Hagar sleeps fitfully, aad in her dreams
travels over the weary day, and half
awakes her son crviag out in her sleep,
Ishmael ! Ibmsel 1" And so they go on,
day after day and aiebt after night, for
they have lost their way. No path in the
ihifting sands, no sign in the burning
ky. The sack empty or flour, the water
gone from the bottle. What shall she do?
As she puts her fainting Ishmael under a
minted shrub of the arid plain she sees the
blood-shot eye and feels the hot hand and
watches the blood lursting from the
-tracked tongue, and there is a shriek ia
the desert of Beersheba. "We shall die I
we thill die !" Now, no mother was ever
made strong enough to hear ber son cry
in vain for a drink. Heretofore she had
cheered her boy by promising a speedy
end of the journey, even smiled upon bim
when be felt desperately enough. Now
thrre is nothing to do but place him under
a "lirub and let him die. She bad thought
that she would sit there and watch until
tins spirit of her boy would g3 away for
ever and then she would breathe out her
o'.vn life on his silent heart; but as the boy
I:cziti3 to claw bis tongue in agony of
thirst and struggle in distortion and beg
bis mother to slay bim she can not endure
the spectacle. Sne puts him under a shrub
and goes off a bow shot and begins to
weep until all the desert seem sobbing
and her cry strikes clear through the
heavens; and an angel of God comes out
on a cloud and looks down upon the apall
ing grief and cries: "Hagar, what aileth
thee?" She looks ap and she sees the
angel pointing to a well of water, where
she fills the bottle for the lad. Thank
God ! Thank God !
I learn from this Oriental rcene in the
first place, what a sad thing it is when
people do not know their place, and get
too proud for their business. Hagar was
an assistant in that household, but shi
Aft-anted to rale there. She ridiculed and
jeered until her son It hmael got the same
cricks, bne dashed out her own happiness
and threw Sarah into a great fret; and if
she had stayed much longer ia that house
hold she would have upset calm Abra
ham's equilibrium. My friends, one-half
of the trouble ia the world to-day comes
from the fact that people do not know
their place; or, finding their place, will
notstayinit. When we come into the
world there is always a place ready for
us. A place for Abraham. A place for
Sarah. A place for Hagar. A placs for
Ishmael. A place for yon aad a placs for
me. Our first duty U to find our sphere;
our second is to keep it We may be bora
in a sphere far off from the one for which
God finally intends as. fSextus V. was
born on the low ground, and was a swine
herd; God called him to wave a scepter.
Ferguson spent his early days ia looking
after the sheep; God called him ap to took
after stars and be a shepherd watching the
slocks of light on the hillsides of Heaven.
Hogarth begsa by eagraviag pewter
pots; God raised him te stand in the en
chanted realms of a painter. The shoe
maker's bench held Bloomfield for a little
while; but God called him to ait ia the
chair of a philosopher aad Christian
scholar. The soap boiler of London could
ot keep his sea la that business, for God
had decided that Hawley was te be oae of
the greatest astreaesnere of Ksglaad. Oa
the other hand, we may he bora la a
sphere a little higher than that for which
. God intends us. Wo may ho bora ia a
-castle, aad play ia aoestly conservatory,
-aad feed high bred poiaters, and aagle for
:goM ash ia artificial penes, aad be famil
iar with princes; yet God may have fitted
we for a carpenter's shop, or dentist's
forceps, or a weaver's ehattle, or a black
smith's forge. The great thing le to lad
jat the sphere for which God intended us,
and the to occupy that sphere aad occupy
it forever. Here is a maa God fasaioaed
4e make a plow. There Is a saaa God
aashloaed to make a ceaetitatloa. The
snaa who snakes the plow Is jast as hon
orable ae the man who snakes the ceasti
tatiea, provided he makes the plow as
well as the" other sua snakes the coast!
tattoo. There is a woman who waa asade
4e fashion a robe, and yonder is oae in
tended to fee a Mea aad wear it. It
seems to me that in the oae oaee as la the
other, God appoiats the sphere; and the
aeedle is jast as respectable ia His eight
as the scepter.
I de act kaow bat that the world woald
loag ago have been saved if some of the men
eatof the ministry were ia it, aad some of
those who are la it were oat of it. I really
think that one-halt ot the world may be
divided into two-quarters those who
have aot found their sphere, aad those
who, having found It, are not willing to
stay there. How many are struggling for
a positioa higher than that for which God
intended them. The bondswoman wants
to be mistress. Hagar keeps crowding
8arah. The assail wheel of a watch,
which beautifully went treading its golden
pathway, wants to be the balance wheel,
aad the sparrow, with chagrin, drops into
the brock because it can not,like the eagle,
cut a circle under the sun. In the Lord's
army we all want to bs Brigadier-Gener
als. The sloop says: "More mast; more
tonnage; more canvas. U, thatl were a
topsail schooner, or full-rigged brig, or a
Canard steamer." And so the world is
filled with cries of discontent because we
are not willing to stay ia the place where
God pat as aad intended us to be. My
friends, be not too proud to do any
thing God tells you to da For the
lack or a right disposition in this
respect the world is strewn with wander
ing Hagars aad Ithmaels. o e
Again: I find in this Oriental scene a
lesson of sympathy with wdmaa When she
goes forth trudging in the desert. What
a great change it was for this Hagar.
There was the teat aad all the surround
ings of Abraham's house, beautiful and
luxurious no doubt. Now she is going out
into the hot sands of the desert O. what
a change it was ! And in our day we often
see the wheel of fortaae turn. Here is
some oae who lived la the very bright
home ot her father. She had every thing
possible to administer to her happin-ss.
Plenty at the table. Masio ia the draw
ingroom. Welcome at the door. 8oe is
led forth into life by some one who can
aot appreciate her. A disappointed soul
comes and takes her oat in the desert In
iquities blot out all the lights of that home
circle. Harsh words wear out her spirits.
The high hope that shone out over the
marriage altar while the ring was being
set aad the vows given aad the benedic
tion pronounced, have all faded with the
orange blossoms, and there she is to-day,
broken-hearted, thinking of past joy and
present desolation and coming anguish.
Hagar in the wilderness.
How often it Is we see the weak arm of
woman conscripted for this battle with
the rough world. Who is she, going down
the street in the early light of the morn
ing, pale with exhausting work, not half
a sleep out of slumbers of last night,
tragedies of suffering written all over her
face, her lusterless eyes looking far ahead
as though for the coming of some other
trouble? Her parents called her Mary, or
Bertha, or Agnes on the day when they
held her up to the font; and the Christian
minister sprinkled on the infant's face
the washings of a holy baptUm. Her
nam is changed now. I hear it in the
shuffle ot the worn out shoes. I see it in
the figure of the faded calico. I find it in
the lineaments of the woe-begone coun
tenance. Not Mary, nor Bertha, nor
Agnes, but Hagar in the wilderness. May
God have mercy upon woman in her toils,
ber struggles, her hardships, her desola
tion, and may the great heart of divine
sympathy inclose her forever.
Again: I find in this Oriental scene the
fact that every mother leads forth tre
mendous destinies. Yoa say: "That isu't
an unusual scene, a mother leading her
child by the hand." Who is it she is lead
ing? Ishmael, you say. Who is Ishmael?
A great nation is to be founded; a nation
so strong that it is to stand for thousands
of years against all the armies of the
world. Ejypt and Assvria thunder
against it; but in vain. Gaulus brings up
his army; and his army is smitten.
Alexander decides upon a campaign,
brings up his hosts and dies. For a long
while that nation monopolizes the learn
ing of the world. It is the nation of the
Arab. Who founded it? Ishmael, the
lad that Hagar led into the wilderness.
She bad no idea she was leading forth
such destinies. Neither does any
mother. You pass along the street, and
see pass boys and girls who will yet
make the earth quake with their influence.
Who is that boy at8utton Pool, Ply month.
England, barefooted, wading down into
the slush and slime, until his barefoot
comes upon a piece of glass and he lifts it,
bleeding and pain struck? That wound in
the foot decides that he be sedentary in bis
life, decides that be be a student That
wound by the glass in the foot decides
that be sbatl be John Kitto, who shall
provide the best religious encyclopedia
the world has ever had provided, and,
with his other wiitings as well, throwing
a light upon the word of God such as has
come from no other man in this century.
O, mother, mother, that little hand that
wander over your face may yet be lifted
to hurl thunderbolts of war, or drop bene
dictions. That little voice may blaspheme
God in the grog shop, or cry : 'Forward!"
to the Lord's hosts, as they go out for
their last victory.
My mind to-day leaps thirty years
ahead, and I see a merchant prince of
New York. One stroke of his pea brings
a ship tut of Canton. Another stroke of
his pen brings a ship into Madras. He is
mighty ia all the money markets of the
world. Who is he? He site to-day beside
yoa ia the tabernacle. My mind leaps
thirty years forward from this time aad I
find myself in a relief association. A
great multitude of Christian woman have
met together for a generous purpose.
There Is one woman ia that crowd who
seems to have the confideace of all the
others, aad they all look up to her for her
counsel and for her prayers. Who is she?
To-day yoa will aad her ia the Sabbath
school, while the teacher telle her of that
Christ who clothed the Baked aad fed the
hungry nnd healed the sick My mind
leaps forward thirty years from now
aad I find myself la aa African
jangle; aad there Is a missionary
ot the cross addressing the natives,
aad their dasky countenances are irradi
ated with the glad tidings of great joy
and salvation. Who le he? Did yon aot
hear his voice to-day ia the first song ot
the service? My miad leaps forward
thirty years from bow aad 1 lad myself
looking through the wickets of a prison.
I see a face scarred with every crlsse. His
chia oa his opea pelavhis elbow oa hie
knee a picture ot despair. As I opea the
wicket he starts aad I bear hie chaia
clank. The jail keeper telle me that he
has been la there aow three tiases; first
for theft, thea for arson, aow for murder.
He steps upon the trap door, the rope is
fasteaed to his Beck, the plank falls, his
body swiags into the air, his soal swings
off into eternity. Who Is he. aad where
is he? To-day playing kite on the city
commons. Mother, yoa are to-day hoist
ing a throne or forging a chaia yoa are
kiadliag a star or digging a dungeon.
A good maay years age a Christina
mother sat teachiag loseoas of religion to
her child; aad he drank in those lessons.
8he never knew that Lamphler would
come forth aad establish the Fulton street
prayer meeting, aad by oae meetiag reve-
utioniss the devotions of the whole earth,
aad thrill the eteraities with his Christian
influence. Lnmphier said it was his
mother that brought him to Jesus Christ.
She aever had aa idea that she was lead
lag forth sucn destinies. But O, when I
see a mother reckless of her influence,
rattling on toward destruction, garlanded
for the sacrifice with unseemless mirth
and godlessness, gayly tripping on down
to rain, taking her children in the same
direction,! can not help but say: 'There
"J ko, mere avy go, nagar ana isn
mael !" I tell you there are wider deserts
than Beersheba in many of the domestic
circles of this day. Dissipated parents
leading dissipated children. Avaricious
parents leading avaricicui children.
Prayerless parents leading prayerless
children. They go through every street
up every dark alley, into every cellar
along every highway. Hagar and Ish
mael ! And while I pronounce their names
it seems like tbe moaning of the death
wind Hagar and Ishmael !
I learn one more lesson from this Ori
ental scene, and that is, that every wilder
ness has a well in it Hagar and Ishmael
gave up to die. Hagar's heart sank with
in ber as she heard her child crying:
"Water! water! water!" "Ah," she says,
"my darling, there is no water. This is a
desert" And then God's angel said from
the cloud: "What aileth thee, Hagar?"
And she looked up and saw him pointing
to a well of water, where she filled the
bottle for the lad. Blessed be God that
there is ia every wilderness a well, if you
only know bow to find it fountains for
nil these thirsty souls to-day. "On that
last day, on that great day ot the feast,
Jeius stood and cried: If any man thirst
let him come to me and drink." All these
other fountains you find are mere mirages
of the desert Paracelsus, vou know.
spent his time in trying to find oat the
elixir of life a liquid which if Uken
would keep one perpetually young in
this world and would change the
aged back again to youth. Of
course be was disappointed; he found
not the elixir. But here I tell yoa to
day of the elixir of everlasting life
bursting from tbe "Rock of Ages," and
that drinking that water you shall never
get old and you will never get sick nnd
you will never die. "Ho. every one that
thirstetb, come ye to the waters." Ah,
here is a man who says: "I have been
looking for that fountain a great while,
but can't find it" And here is some one
else who says: "I believe all you say but
I have been trudging along in the wilder
ness and ca-i't find the fountain." Do you
know the reason? I will tell you. You
never looked in the right direction. "O,"
you say, "I have looked everywhere. 1
nave looked north, south, east and west,
and haven't fcund the fountain." Why,
you are not looking in the right direction
at all. Lock up, where Hagar looked.
She never could have found the fountain
at all, but when she heard the voice of the
angel she looked up and saw the finger
pointing to tbe supply. And O, son!, it to
day, with one earnest, intense prayer you
would ouly look up to Christ He would
point you down to tbe supply in the wil
derness. "Look unto Me, all ye ends of
the earth, and be ye saved; for I am God.
and there is none else." Look ! look ! as
Hagar looked.
Yes, there is a well for every desert of
bereavement Looking over the audience
to-day; I notice signs of mourning. H ive
you found consolation? O man bereft, O
woman bereft have you found consola
tion? H?arse after hearse. We step from
one grave hillock to another grave hillock.
We follow corpses, ourselves soon to be
like them. The world is in mourning for
its dead. Every heart has become the
sepulcher of some buried joy. But sing
ye to God, every wilderness has a well in
it, and I come to that well to-day, and I
begin to draw water from that well. If
you have lived in tbe country you have
s metimes taken hold of the rope of the
old well sweep, and you know how the
bucket came up dripping with bright,
cool water. And I lay hold of tbe reps
of God's mercy to-day, and I begin to
draw on that Gospel well-sweep and I see
the buckets coming up. Thirsty soul I
here is one Lucket of life ! come and drink
of it "Whosoever will, let him come and
take of the water of life freely." I pull
away again at the rope, and another
bucket comes up. It is this promise:
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning." I lay hold of the
rope again and I pull away with all my
strength, and the bucket comes up bright
aad beautiful and cooL Hare is the
promise: "Come unto me, all ye who are
weary and heavy laden and I will give
you rest"
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could tell
from the position of the stars what would
occur in the future, and if a cluster of stars
stood in one relation that would ben
prophecy of evil; if a cluster of stars
stood in another relation that would be a
prophecy of good. What superstition!
But here is a new astrology in which I
put all my faith. By looking up to the
star of Jacob, the morning star of the
Redeemer, I can make this prophecy in re
gard to those who put their trust ia God:
"All things work together for good
to those who love God." I read it
out oa the sky. I read it out ia the Bible. I
read it out in all things: "All things work
together for good to those who love God."
Do you love Him? Have you seen the
Nyetanthes? It is a beautiful flower, but
it gives very little fragrance aatil after
sunset Then it pours its richness on the
air. And this grace of the Gospel that 1
commend to yoa this day, while it may be
very sweet during the day of prosperity,
it pours forth its richest aroma after sun
down with yoa aad me awhile. Whea
yoa come to go out of this world, will it
be a desert march or will it be a fountain
for your soul?
A Christian Hindoo was dying and his
heathen comrades came aroaad him and
tried to comfort him by reading some ot
the pages of their theology, bat he waved
his hand as much as to say: "I don't
want to hear it" Then they called ia a
heathen priest aad he said: "If you will
only recite the Namtra it will deliver
yoa." H) waved his hand as much as to
say: "I doa't want to hear that." Thea
they said: "Call oa Jaggeraaat" Hs
shook his head as mach as to say: "I
can't do that" Then they thought
perhaps he was too weary to speak.
and they eafd: '"How. it yoa can't
say 'Juggernaut' think et that god." He
shook his head again, as mach as to say:
"Be no, no." They thea bent dawa to
his pillow aad they said: "la what will
yoa trust?" His face lighted up with the
very glories of the celestial sphere as he
cried out rallying all his dyiag eaergies:
"Jesus."
O. come to-day te the fountain the
fountaia opea for sla aad aactsaaaess. I
will toll yoa the whole story ia two or
three sentences: Fardoa for all sin. Com
fort for all trouble. Light for all dark
uses. Aad every wildsraees has a wall
iait
THE DOG'S EXALTATION.
flnotatlsae Shewtag That He Was fas Far
mer Times Mash Pesetas
A correspondent of a Boston paptr
has given much study to tbe subject of
the dog, and discusses thus learnedly
on that much petted animal: The fash
ion of parading the dog belongs to tbe
world of to-day. It is supposedly an
English fashion, therefore to be imita
ted. But how different in England!
In vast domains where grooms and
lackeys look after them they are ad'
i mltted to the master's hearth on occa-
sions and attend him out of doors.
But one must go out of doors to see
he dogs as well as the horses. Ani
mals do not live on equal terms in Lon
don with men or women. In what
well-bred London house does a bull
dog live with a family? With this it
is like many other foreign fashions
which we endeavor to imitate, but only
in part, without regard to the condi
tion, circumstance, or social bearing
of tbe case. A house that one has to
enter by way of a dog is not an agree
able one. He is not wholly odorless
in a room. This is not his fault, but it
is a reason why he should not be thrust
upon one's society. It is the attitude
and altitude given him by man
to (which I object: ergo, it is man
that offends me man who is dog-
bitten. I confess I share something ol
the Jewish repugnance to the dog
when I see him lifted so entirely out ol
his natural element and made to play
so important a part alongside of man.
But considered only in the light oJ
good breeding, is it not a serious of
fense to this when the dog is permitted
asocial position which nature never
designed him for? I allude to persons
so blinded by their dog-love that they
hesitate not to call at a friend's house
in company with the animal, and hesi
tate not to walk him into another'!
drawing-room. Could want of con
sideration and ill-breeding go beyond
this? In our Boston Athenaeum, among
the printed rules framed and hanging
on the wall, is one to the effect that
"no dogs are allowed inside the li
brary." Yet day after day visitor!
enter here with all sorts of dog pets,
from the huge mastiff to the terrier!
It is curious to observe how directly
derogatory to the dog are the teach
ings of the Old and New Testaments,
therefore it is comfortable to reflect L
one does not share the worship giver
by man to the dog that at least tht
sympathy of Holy Writ is with him.
For example: By the Jewish law wc
know the dog was declared unclear
and was very much despised. The
most offensive expression they could
use was to compare a man to a dead
dog. Christ excludes dogs, sorcerers
and idolators from the kingdom ol
Heaven. How about the idolatry of a
dog? The name was sometimes put
for one who had lost all modesty. St.
Paul calls the false apostles dogs. "Be
ware of dogs." "Is thy servant a dog?"
"My darling from the power of the
dog." "Ye shall cast it to the dogs."
"Not bring price of a dog into the
house." "The dog shall eat Jezebel."
"For dogs have composed me." And
one might multiply texts of this sort
and nowhere find in the Bible any
thing different to offset this denuncia
tion of the dog. Shylock, being a Jew,
made use of the dog to express his ha
tred of his enemies, but throughout
Shakespeare we find tbe dog employed
to express contempt of persons, such
as:
"Blasphemous, uncharitable dog."
"But you'll lie like dogs."
"No more pity in him than a dog."
"But that sad' dog that brings me
food."
"Stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me."
A plague upon him, dog!"
"He's a very dog to the common
alty." "Away, inhuman dog."
You false Danish dogs."
"A semblance that very dogs dis
dained." Dog-hearted daughters."
But enough of quotations in which,
nevertheless, I take some comfort, find
ing that when friends flout me with
their dogs I have Holy Writ and
Shakespeare to stay by me.
No Small Cups in Chicago.
Several gentlemen who have visited
New York told us some time ago that
in polite society in that city there ob
tains a pretty fashion of serving coffee
in miniature cups after-dinner coffee
it is called, as we recollect It Is
deemed vulgar to serve coffee in large
cups, because when a gentleman feeds
be should prefer to feed delicately and
not out of a trough. We once asked
Prof. Fishbladder why it was that
small coffees hadn't been introduced
in Chicago society and he said that it
was because they were regarded dan
gerous. V. seems that the Calumet
Club years ago did import a lot of
these miniature cups with a view to
utilizing them for after-dinner coffee.
But At the very start there befel an
accident that drove the innovation out
of favor. One of the wealthiest and
most influential members of the club.
while endeavoring to make away with
his usual after-dinner coffee, swallowed
the cup. aad for weeks his life was de
spaired of. Ever since thea ia the best
Chicago society the regulation coffee
cup has been the size of a sits bath.
Chicago News.
See that lady putting oa her
gloves," said a Frenchman, discussing
national peculiarities with an Ameri
can friend. "Do you know that's the
frst means of recognizing aa American
lady on the streets of Paris? We would
as soob think of buttoning up our vests
or putting on our ties after leaving the
door for a walk, ia Paris. Many aad
y a time have we picked out Amor-
is Paris by that sign.
HOGSHEADS OF WINE.
Hew a Hugo Barrel
Kivats she Two of HeMrlbers
The great tun of Heidelberg is to be
deposed from its proud supremacy over
all other wine casks. There is on the
road to Paris a huge barrel (sent by
the people of Epernay) which will
compel the colossus of Heidelberg to
take, in future, a secondary place. The
3ask was naturally declined as freight
by the railways, for the obvious reason
that it could aot pass under their
arches. However its triumphal jour
ney through France, dragged by twelve
yoke of oxen aad mounted on a lordly
wain, was in better keeping with the
abject it is to serve than any more pro
saic mode of dispatching it to the grand
axhibition which this overgrown ves
sel is intended to grace, and an appre
ciable portion of which it will un
doubtedly fill. The good liquor with
which it is to
be consecrated will fol
tow by a more commercial route.
Epernay is understood to be the dis
trict which the tun is to advertise in
an especial degree. But Epernay.
with its vast cellarage hewn out of tho
limestone rock, is the headquarters of
a number of famous firms, each of
which would feel that it had suffered
irretrievable disgrace if a drop of its
precious vintage were miagled with
the less aoble bloocTof,itB neighbor's'
grapos. How. then, are they to agrea
on the contents of the great tun which
they have sent to Paris?
France has hitherto regarded tho
huge tun at Heidelberg with mingled
feelings of envy and regret It ap
peared to the viae-rrowers of the Gi-
roade and the Cote' d'Or that to conse
crate such a gigantic vessel to the sour
juice of the Rhineland was a degrada
tion of mechanical art from the func
tions which it was intended to perform.
The present tun is comparatively mod
ern. Even the one which Thomas
Coryat describes in his Crudities'
was not the first of the series, which,
as a matter of fact, was begun in 1343.
when it was made to contain twenty-
one pipes of wine. When Coryat came
to Heidelberg in 1608 the cask he de
scribes was only seventeen years old.
It had been begun in 1589 aBd finished
in 1591. As history records that anoth
er tun was made in 1664 to hold 600
hogsheads and was destroyed by tho
French in 1688, the one which is at
present moldering away in unbonored
emptiness must be the fourth of its
race. It was begun in 1751, and in its
height of twenty-four feet and length
of thirty six the great tun is. as Long
fellow has put it. "next to the Alham
bra of Granada, tbe most magnificent
ruin of the middle ages."
Nevertheless, the fame of the Heidel
berg cask is somewhat undeserved.
The tun is really much smaller than
many beer vats in British breweries,
which attract no crowd of gaping tour
ists and are 'not described in volumes
of nineteenth-century travel. For in
stance, there is in one great English
brewery a cask which is said to be ca
pable of holding twice as much as the
Heidelberg tun. At any rate, this vat
measures 36 feet in diameter at the top.
or 113 feet in circumference, and is 40
feet in height. London Standard.
A CHAPTER OF JEWS.
Oae That Is FaU et Both Inf.
Ilea and
Suggestion.
Miss Potter's chapter on the Jews of
East London strikes a wholly different
note. It tells us of a class well capa
ble of making its way in the world,
and of adapting itself to the con
ditions under which industrial success
is to be attained. The Jews of East
London form a distinct community,
numbering from 60,000 to 70,0(J0, ol
whom 30,000 were born abroad, while
of the remainder at least one half arc
of foreign parentage.
The Jews are a picked race. Per
secution has weeded out the inapt and
incompetent, and has sharpened the
wits of the rest into what Miss Potter
terms an instrument for grasping by
mental agility the good things with
held from them by brute force. It i
thus that the old promise to
the Jewish people has been ful
filled in these latter days: "Thou
shalt drive out nations mightier than
thyself, and shalt take their land as
an inheritance." Of social morality
among the immigrant Jews Miss Pot
ter can find no trace. They are a law
abiding people; they keep the peace;
they pay their debts; they abide by their
contracts: but this is the measure of
the obligations which they acknowl
edge to the society in which they live.
The struggle for existence and welfare
for themselves and their families
marks the limit of their interests and
the conduct which conduces to success
In it the limit of their social duties.
We have the picture ot the race of
brain workers competing with a class
of manual laborers, and getting the
best of it aad steadily rising in the
world.
The lesson which it points is oa the
folly aad mischief of indiscriminate
charitable relief. Tbe Jew has beea
sharpened by suffering. Kiadness
might have made him a better maa.
but would have left him without the
offensive and defensive arts which are
the great inheritance ef his race. In
discriminate charity kiadness it is
not to be called has a twofold evil in
fluence. It weakeBB and it degrades.
It unfits its recipients forearaiag their
own living and it deprives thea of the
wish to do so. Mr. Booth's volume
tells us, amoBg other things, how large
a part of the misery of East London
has beea due to this cause. London
Times.
m
When a pretty girl tares her head
to look at a young maa oa the street it
ia almost sure to turn his
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DRESS AND FASHION.
Infer Hon CoHectoa by a Bright New
York Society sTesmrter.
Parasols grow larger.
Sua umbrellas are smaller.
Parasol sticks are slender.
Trained dresses are surely coming
into vogue.
All fashionable dinner gowns are
bow trained.
xne siick ana nancie or tne sun
umbrella is huge.
The Leghorn flat is as popular as
ever this season.
A new embroidery takes the name of
witch stitch.
The pagoda canopy grows in favor
for dressy parasols.
There is seemingly no end to the
variety in sleeves.
The gown of black lace is as fashion
able and as popular as ever.
Dotted gauze parasols can be worn
- 1 with any kind of a dressy gown.
Black silk and tan colored silk mitt j
will both be worn again this summer.
The paragon frame has grooved steel
ribs which will not warp nor break.
Eyebrow f nd eyelash dyes and tonics
are sold in the London cosmetic shops.
The handles of the finest parasols
are of silver and gold, set with real
jewels.
The novelty in white embroidery this
spring is the "hemstitch block effects."
Tan remains' the favorite color for
the glove whether it be of Suede, lislo
thread or silk.
Lace, tulle and gauze parasols are de
rigueur with dressy carriage and lawn
party toilets.
Western women who follow the fash
ions follow them much more closely
than Eastern women.
All fine umbrellas and parasols have
paragon frames, and the paragon frame
is an American invention.
The Lord Fountleroy collar and cuffs,
with a silk tie in bright color are as
much worn by little girls as boys.
New black lisle thread stockings for
summer wear have the toes, heels and
the upper half of the leg in color or
white.
Tho loveliest colors and shadings are
seen in the gauzes, nets, bolting cloths,
tulles and laces that cover the dressiest
parasols this season.
Pretty little parasolettes are mounted
on jointed sticks by which they can be
converted into sunshades in a carriage
drive or on the street.
The dark blue, brown or black fancy
straw hat in Watteau shape, with a low
crown, deep brim in front and narrow-
in the back, is the most fashionable for
girls of twelve and fourteen.
The lace flounce is now put on the
inside of the dressy parasol, extend
ing from the supports of the rib to tho
edge of the frame or canopy, where it
forms a full, deep volunte or ruffle.
Tho Toreador waistcoats, made
wholly of embroidery, to wear under
Empire or Directory jackets of velvet.
go well with stylish in door and after
noon and at -home -in -the -evening
toilets.
Tho parasols of challio. veiling, sat-
teen and China silk to match the ma, -
A1 a? at- m s"
leriw ui iuo guvrn i a feature on par
asol counters, or rather on counters
where those dress goods are shown.
Smoke gray tulle, garnished with
silver tinsel and silver thistles, make a
lovely ball gown for a pretty girl, but
she must have a gootf complexion and
high color to become her gown.
The Watteau flat, with wide brim
projecting over the forehead and short
in the back. low in the crown, and
trimmed with field flowers in front,
is the out-of-door. on-the-Iawn, and
piazza hats of the Oranges.
The richest gowns for afternoon re
ception wear are trained and are made
with polonaises, also trained, opening
in front over rich petticoats of brocade,
or over embroidered and lace trimmed
silk skirts.
The favorite trimming of the Leg
horn flat is a wreath of eglantine or
wild roses, or of small field daisies.
and a long-looped, tightly knotted bow
of white or delicately tinted ribbon on
one side of the crown, put on sear the
top.
Among novelties in French serges
comes a delicious Bordure Bsnvenuto.
a shot woolen of fine diagonal texture,
with a scroll border in wool of a third
color, such, for instance, as shot pink
and blue, with a black and gray border.
N. Y. Sun.
The Boy Kins; of Servia.
The boy King of Servia. Alexander
Obrenovitch, is only thirteen years old,
Next to tbe young King of Spain King
Alexander of Servia is the most at
tractive of the youthful moaarchs ot
Europe. His mother is the beautiful
Queen Nathalie, now an exile from the
kingdom of her sob. His father. King
Milaa Obrenovitch, who abdicated the
throne this spring, and who had reigned
with the title of king since March 6.
1882, is now only thirty-five years old.
Just before young King Alexander was
crowned King of Servia there was a
most distressing episode ia his young
life. His father aad mother had sepa
rated, aad beautiful Queen Nathalie
led with her son to Geraaa soiL His
father, KiBg Milaa. had him torn from
his mother's arms aad violently
brought back to Servia. The abdica
tion of tbe fatbnp anil tlm m. r ir .-.
the son soob followed. Thirteen-year- (
om King Alexander is a fee-looking,
bare-legged boy, who dresses much aa
would any youth of his age. He is
snore like his mother, the fascinating ,
Russian daughter of Colonel Kelfto.'
than like his heavy and rather gross
featured father. London Truth.
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